"Ye Wenjiang..."
Duan Chenzhou's expression was pensive. He sifted through his memories, his eyes closed in recollection for a long moment before he slowly spoke:
"The specific details... it's been too long. The intricacies are lost to time, and what I know is rather incomplete."
"However, your Ancestral Master once said something."
"Before the last Jiazi, when it came to talent in the Beicang generation, only the 'Four Heroes of Cangbei' were considered passable."
"That old man was incredibly arrogant; for him to deem someone 'passable' was an accomplishment most could never dream of."
"The name Ye Wenjiang... not many people have probably heard of it now."
"But his sworn brothers from that same generation are, without exception, all giants of great renown today."
Duan Chenzhou frowned, his voice dropping to a near-whisper as if touching upon a great taboo.
"From now on, when you're out in the world, do not mention this name."
Ji Xiu paused, startled by the warning.
